"permit me to take a look at your wound, please Master" Daciana begged staring innocently at his shoulder.

When a cut is this deep, it might be from poison. Her first master was a healer especially for those that were poisoned or those that poisoned weapons were used on them, that makes Daciana familiar with it.

Those periods, she usually find herself with a few other slaves then in the woods and mountains to get herbs and everything necessary to heal a hurting wolf from a deadly poison.

Alpha Connor stared at his slave with a jaw drop. He couldn't understand why she is concerned about him.

Isn't she supposed...